And she definitely wanted more.
“Kieran, we shouldn’t,” she breathed, arching her back into him. All of him. Her mind battled her body, contradicting her at every step. She glanced around wild-eyed, but no one noticed. To anyone else, it just looked like they were dancing closely together. To Fiona, it felt like everything.
Turning her around, he pulled her hips back against him, and she rested her hands on his chest. Capturing her lips with his, she felt his tongue begging her to open up to him. Hesitating only for moment, she obliged as every part of their bodies tangled together and moved to the music. Cradling her chin in his fingers, he lifted her face so he could delve deeper, taste more. Her hands moved up around his neck, holding on tightly as she felt her knees wobble and weaken.
“There’s nothing we shouldn’t do, flower girl,” he told her between twisted tongues, barely audible over the music. “Give yourself a chance to be young, to relax, to enjoy being wanted. And believe me when I tell you, Fi, you’re wanted.”
“But…” she started.
“No buts. Come with me.” He pulled away, taking her hand and leading her past the dance floor and around to the entrance to the track. They came up to a man sitting at a large booth against the far wall with shelves of skates behind him. Kieran pulled out his wallet, offering a few bills to the man, and they both told him their shoe size. In turn, the man took their shoes and gave them their receipt and matching skates before directing them to a small group of benches where they could sit and lace up.
Kieran didn’t hesitate, grabbing a seat and pulling the roller skates onto his feet. She followed suit, and a few minutes later they were standing at the entrance to the roller rink and ready to go.
Smiling nervously, she took his hand and entered the rink behind him. Skaters moving at all speeds instantly surrounded them; some were whizzing past, and others seemed to be on a slow stroll. She wobbled for a moment but quickly got used to her new wheels as she clutched the back of his shirt and followed him.
Music pulsed with the lights and people were clearly dancing along, even while on skates. Some spun in circles, others went in zigzagging patterns, and some just held hands and danced around the rink. Kieran turned around to face her, skating backward as he took both of her hands in his. The moment she saw his smile, all the details around them were forgotten. She just wanted to explore the depths of him tonight, no matter where they were.
“This is crazy.” She grinned as they curved around the first turn, and he somehow dodged everyone else, despite not looking forward.
“You need a little crazy in your life.”
He pulled her into his side as he faced forward again, his arm firmly around her back. She clung to him tightly in an attempt to keep from falling or being run over. He was much taller than her, even though she was a far cry from short, so her arms sat much lower on his torso than his did on hers.
“Something tells me you’ll be more than enough to fill my crazy quota,” she teased him.
His eyes darkened as he glanced down at her, reflecting the glistening lights surrounding them. The vibrant colors and the pulsing lights on the ceiling above them perfectly mimicked the explosion in her heart when she looked at him.
They were in their own little paradise, hidden from everyone, thanks to the thick throng of skaters surrounding them. He pulled her to the side, and they made their way to the wall of the rink before he turned her around to face him. They were secured in a corner, where few people would pay them attention.
“What are you doing to me, Fi?” he asked, watching her lips for a moment, and she was unable to restrain herself any longer.
He stepped one leg between hers and pressed against her core, balancing them with his arms wrapped around her waist. She couldn’t think of all the reasons why she shouldn’t be out dancing—or, rather, skating—tonight, or all the responsibilities waiting at home for her. All she could think about was the taste of his lips on hers, so she gave in to what she wanted and kissed him.
He held back, apparently letting her take the initiative as he ran his hands up and down her back. He grabbed the wall behind them, pinning her there and steadying their footing as their skates threatened to slide out from under them. The music reached a crescendo and, with it, so did her confidence. Sliding her fingers through his short hair, she let him consume her as his tongue explored hers.
“We should slow down,” he told her as he pulled her hands from his hair and slid back slightly.
“Seriously? You’re saying that again?” She blinked in confusion, the sudden absence of his warm chest causing hers to grow cold. She wanted him against her…she wanted him in her.